you turned on the love game

You don't know how Kuroro handled this matter, you only know that he didn't come back until midnight for several days in a row, and the shadow under his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, far beyond the level of "a little bit".

It won't work if it goes on like this.

Another night, you learned from the knight that Kuroro often stayed in the third district recently, and decided to go and bring him back in person.

But as soon as you arrived at the area of ​​the eighth district, a light rain suddenly fell in the sky, and the cold chill trickled down the neck into the collar, and the abandoned buildings had a different sense of desolation in the rain.

The barren and dirty soil gradually became moist, and the heat from the ground evaporated, and there was a faint smell of rotting garbage from the alley in the corner.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the residents of Meteor Street who were hiding in the buildings came out with all kinds of utensils to catch the rainwater, and there were people piled up on both sides.

You quicken your pace and rush to the fifth district.

The streets and building decoration here are similar to the ordinary towns outside.But you ran to several grocery stores and didn’t sell umbrellas. What’s more, you took out a big basin and suggested that you buckle it on your head instead.

Until, in a grocery store approaching the fourth arrondissement, the boss glances at you lazily after hearing your request.Then he dug out an old, dark umbrella from the dimly lit warehouse.

"Only this one, I got it out of curiosity before."

The boss put it on the counter, biting his cigarette butt, and said, "You might as well just buy a big basin and turn it over to catch water when you get home. It's much better than umbrellas, which can't be sold at all."

You decline the boss's kindness, open your umbrella and walk out of the shop.

This umbrella is very large, and at least three adults can stand under the umbrella after it is opened. The frame is slightly rusted, but it is still strong.

But on Meteor Street, few people would hold an umbrella in the rain, and the passers-by who passed by you would look at you incomprehensibly.

After all, it is located in the arid Gobi Desert, where it hardly rains.For local residents, the rain is a scarce source of clean water.

When you approached the third district, the crackling sound of the umbrella surface gradually weakened, and the dense rain gradually became thinner, shallow puddles formed on the uneven ground, and ripples appeared on the surface.

Suddenly, you stop.

The dim street lights on both sides reflected the outline of the road, and a vague figure appeared at the end.He slowly came out of the darkness, lowered his head, probably thinking about something.

When he was about to walk in front of you, he seemed to notice something, raised his head to look over, his eyes were slightly blank, and his pupils dilated slightly unconsciously.

You look at him, bending your eyes to say hello.

Suddenly noticing his soaked clothes and dripping hair, he said helplessly, "Come quickly..."

"..." The boy's hand in his pocket moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes.

He walks towards you quietly.

You put the umbrella on Kuroro's head, and naturally raised your hand to touch his drenched hair, making sure that he was walking back in the rain, and took out a tissue to wipe the wet hair on the back of his head.

When you touched the back of his neck, the boy's eyes dimmed suddenly, and the dark and muddy road was faintly reflected in the deep pupils.

You didn't pay attention, and asked him suspiciously while wiping.

"Why don't you come back after the rain stops?"

The paper towel became crumpled after wiping, the young boy tossed his hair carelessly, and there was a little yellow light in his dark eyes.

"This kind of thing doesn't matter."

He said as a matter of course: "It doesn't matter if it rains anyway."

"It will be very uncomfortable." You said to him, "You will be wet."

Kuroro tilted his head and said, "Really..."

He looked up at the drizzle under the street lamp, with a faint smile on his lips, "I think it's okay, it's quite fresh."

"Huh? You think so."

You think about it, and indeed, for the children on Meteor Street, the freshness is greater than the discomfort of getting wet, so they simply put away the umbrella, and said in his puzzled eyes: "Then don't open the umbrella, anyway, it's not raining too much now .”

The rough umbrella surface is covered with transparent drops of water.

With a light flick of your arm, these water droplets will splash out in an arc, and the small puddles on the road will ripple round and round.

A cold touch fell on the face again, and you turned your head to look at Kuroro, the boy's dark hair was dotted with small crystals.

When he raised his face and looked at you in bewilderment, you suddenly noticed that his eyelashes were also stained with water, which made his eyes shine slightly, and he looked incredibly cute.

The corners of your lips curved slightly, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Do you really not feel uncomfortable?"

"No……"

"Okay..." You gently tapped the tip of your umbrella on the ground and said to him gently, "Then let's walk home together like this."

Come back home?

Chrollo closed his eyes thoughtfully.

He always has an indifferent temperament, even his smile reveals an unpredictable mystery, and he habitually keeps himself out of things at any time in order to look at things calmly.

But at this moment.

The indifference that shrouded his body suddenly faded a little.

He looked at the dark night sky, and said in a low voice, "Oh, yes."

Back in the tenth district, you followed Kuroro into the room, and he didn't stop him, but just gave you a slightly unexpected look, and went to take a shower on his own.

Since the host didn't stop you, you didn't leave immediately, you pulled out the chair and sat in front of the desk, resting your elbows on the table, resting your face on your palms, and slowly looking around at the furnishings in the room.

This is your first time in Kuroro's room.

The most common thing is books, and the bookshelf in the corner is full of miscellaneous books, as if they were stuffed in a certain place by the owner after reading them.

You took out a book and slowly flipped through it. This is a book you bought at an auction, and it was brought in by Kuroro at some point.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped quickly, followed by the movement of the hair dryer, the humming sound was very clear in this silent night.

Before turning many pages, the movement in the bathroom stopped.

You put the book back in place, and with a click, the door was opened from the inside. The boy raised his hand to fiddle with the messy hair, and was obviously taken aback when he found you still standing in the room.

"I have something to ask you." You leaned on the bookshelf and asked, "The Satri matter should be quite troublesome. You have been back late recently... How did you deal with this matter?"

Hearing this, he blinked and looked at you calmly.

You can't see it when the light is dim, but once you stand in a bright place, you can feel that his current complexion is much worse than before, with blue and dark circles under his eyes.

You couldn't help but sighed: "Let me handle it."

You can't put the burden on the children alone.

It would be fine if he was able to handle it with ease, but he seems to be working very hard now, you really can't do this kind of thing that shirks responsibility.

Kuroro put his hands in his pockets and didn't answer your words.

"..." The calm in his eyes gradually faded, and the shadow cast by the broken hair on his forehead fell into his eyes, as if a dark and deep meaning was brewing.

Facing the boy's expressionless eyes, you explained: "I didn't disbelieve you, nor did I think you handled it badly. No one has found me until now, which is enough to prove that you handled it well."

Having said that, you sit down, at eye level with Kuroro, and whisper to him, "But you haven't had a good rest for a long time."

"..." The shadows accumulated under the eyes gradually dissipated under the light.

He stared into your eyes, then his eyelids drooped slightly, and suddenly he let out a long breath from his nasal cavity, a look of distress appeared on his immature face, looking a bit childish: "Indeed, I'm exhausted."

Then the boy walked to the bed in a few steps, opened his arms and fell down.

With his eyes closed, the left half of his face was buried in the pillow, the slightly moist hair was messily scattered on his forehead, and the whole person became quiet.

You asked "Huh?" in doubt, dragged a chair and sat by his bed, explained your thoughts in a gentle voice, told Kuroro all the plans behind, and looked at him after making sure that you had explained everything clearly.

"what do you think?"

"..." There was no response.

You thought he was thinking, waiting patiently.

But until 10 minutes passed, he still did not make a sound.

A faint milky white halo enveloped the entire room, the surroundings were extremely silent, the rain was dripping from the eaves, and the pendulum on the wall outside the door moved its hands regularly.

The black-haired boy just curled up in the soft bedding.

It seems that I have no intention of talking to you.

You bent down wonderingly, only then did you notice that Kuroro's expression was completely relaxed, and there was a faint sound of shallow breathing in the quiet room.

Fell asleep?

Your gaze was slightly dazed, and then you stood up lightly.

Raising his hand to turn off the light in the bedroom, the room was instantly dark, and then silently said good night to him, and finally closed the door slowly.

Kuroro was still doing the follow-up matters, but he didn't come back until midnight, and his daily schedule returned to the original routine, and you no longer mentioned the request you made to him that night.

The head of the Morrow family died, and the remaining members quickly left Meteor Street.

The night before they left Meteor Street, you specifically asked about Linna and Hisoka's situation, and told them that you met these two talented children by accident, and asked if you could contact them.

They didn't doubt what you said.

It's just that they are all family members living in Youkexin.

The members who live in Youkexin hardly know Hisoka, but only know Linna who was brought back by the housekeeper.But Linna left the family alone after learning the ability to read a year ago, without a trace.

You were silent for two seconds after hearing the news, and thanked you with a smile.

Members of the Moreau family waved their hands.

Then one after another, they boarded the airship and left Meteor Street.

You raised your face, stared at the sky where the airship was away from Meteor Street, took out your mobile phone and dialed Linna and Hisoka again.

However, the phone still rang with an empty number notification tone.

It means that now is still not the time for them to use this number you know, and if there is no accident... it will have to wait for a few more years.

You lowered your eyes and smiled, and calmly put away your phone.

Kurollo has had a lot of contact with people in the inner area recently. You tried to hand over some things to him, but he didn't expect him to adapt quickly.

Now you are completely at ease.

I was also lucky enough to buy a book from a private auction.

—— "Empress Gulinami? Part [-]"

This book can be said to be priceless, and the number of prints is very small. You have never seen it before when you were living in Morrow Manor as a young lady.

The last time I saw it was at Kuroro's place decades later, his name was written on the corner of the cover, and the book was clean.

You leaned lazily on the soft chair and slowly flipped through the book.

The contents of the book roughly describe the first half of the Empress's life, and there is a paragraph depicting the eyes of the Empress that attracts your attention:

【Her eyes are the treasures bestowed by God, bright and charming. When she was a girl, she was like the dewdrops in the forest reflecting the morning sun. When she was an empress, she was like emeralds formed by the condensation of sea water under the sun...】

The first time you see this text...

I thought of Linna.

The girl's eyes are also beautiful emerald green, and when she looks at you, there will be a sparkle in her eyes, as if the morning light falls into her pupils, unconsciously emitting a warm and intimate warmth.

"..." You stretched out your hand and lightly touched the text with your fingertips.

The long eyelashes were slightly closed, hiding the sudden emotion in his eyes.Then he laid the book flat on the table, picked up a light red pen, and carefully circled "Girlhood".

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Then you write the little girl's name in the blank space.

——【Linna】

Next to it, slowly draw a beautiful peach heart.